This Message In a Dead Letter

What would I give you my blood?

I who so loves presents in David Jones paper?

I’d give you my blood on this track

This message in a dead letter office

Beside a road to no where

In a fecund place

I’d give you 3 magic mothers

Paired by an invisible thread

Dancing with the voice and legs

Of blue cranes

For love has no voice

I’d give you running through this rain

Streams running past you

Faster than your nimble mind

Shouting

As it’s a sane thing to do

I’d give you this way

Passed the sheep who cocks his head

The pretty boy who is centurion

Of peace

And gentle wisdom

And I’d give you the three decades to spare

And the wheel chair witches

With stories of silk dresses

And white tailed spiders

I’d send your heart in a suitcase marked fragile

But not as fragile as the one you’ll love

I’d give you the pink panther,

rainbow shells that sound of Bach

and when your legs began to creak

as you neared the top of the hill

I’d give you the breeze that calls for you with no name

And a view of the eagle

as you take a shit in the scrub

and wipe your arse with the wet green grass

as all the philosophers agree

it is good for the soul

I would give you these things

If they were mine to give.